Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

“I won’t leave you,” I told him.

His jaw clenched. “I won’t be surprised if you do.”

“Don’t,” I said quickly. “Don’t say that bullshit. The only thing that would make me leave is you.”

I shifted so that our bodies were pressed close. I wanted to make him feel how important he was to me, how much I wanted his touch. How much I wanted him. Just him.

“I need you,” I whispered. “I…want you, Cameron.”

His eyes flickered with understanding. “Kara,” he rasped, then moved on top of me.

He was already hard. I could feel him pressing against my thigh. I wanted to feel more of him. To explore him. I wanted to make him feel the pleasure he had given to me, I wanted to see his face as I gave it to him.

“Can I make you come?” he asked, eyes watching my face intently.

Yes.

I clenched my thighs to stop myself from pushing against him. “If you say please.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do you want me to say that word?”

“I like hearing you say it.”

“Make me,” he said.

My heart thudded against my chest. It was a challenge. And it turned me on. So damn much. What was it with him?

Was it because he was untamable? He was so wild, so…raw.

His hands banded around my wrists and he pulled them up above my head.

“Make me, Kara.”

I was breathing hard. He released my wrists. His hands stroked down my arms, the sides of my breasts, my hips as he knelt between my legs, nudging my thighs apart. I bit my lip as I slowly spread my legs for him.

He pushed up my dress’s skirt, took off my sheer stockings, and stared.

Before I could even feel self-conscious, his hands slid under my ass and cupped both my cheeks, jerking me forward. I let out a loud gasp as my center met his arousal.

He pumped his hips against me several times before he caught my mouth in a searing, carnal kiss. His tongue was wild, seeking the recesses of my mouth before he dragged it down my neck, making sucking sounds, making moaning sounds that drove me to the edge.

Through the fabric of my dress he closed his mouth on my nipple and I cried out. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling, pushing him against me. His other hand slipped under my dress, his thumb lightly skimming between my legs before sliding upward. He pushed my bra down and toyed with my other nipple with his fingers.

“Wanna come?” he whispered.

“Cam, omigod.”

“Wanna come, Kara?” His eyes, so dark, so intense, were focused on my face. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Christ. I want you so fucking bad,” he groaned before he tugged my dress up and off.

He lowered the cups of my bra, pushing my breasts up as an offering to his mouth. He kept on sucking, flicking his tongue over the tips of each nipple, torturing me.

There must be a release to this torment. It kept on building inside me, bigger and fuller and tighter. He didn’t stop sucking, and when his hand slid down to press between my legs, it hit me instantly. I was crying out, shaking, digging my fingernails into his back as the sweet, sweet release of ecstasy came.

Chapter 29